The Great Tao Chronicle

Gollum~

Not long after he stopped, An Qisheng felt a throbbing in his stomach.

A bigu pill has been completely digested.

"In this state, my consumption is much greater than the consumption of normal boxing."

An Qisheng was a little shocked.

This Bigu Pill is enough for a normal Huajin Daquan master's nutritional needs for seven days to half a month. Even if he consumes more, one can last two or three days.

But this bigu pill, he swallowed it for only half a day.

It can be seen that in this state, the consumption is extremely high.

He took out a bigu pill, swallowed it with saliva, and frowned slightly involuntarily:

"The materials from a thousand years ago were far inferior to what happened today, and the Bigu Pill at that time did not have the same medicinal power as it is now. No wonder Mr. is thin and frail, and his steps are a little staggering..."

This time, seeing the saint, An Qisheng had a deeper understanding of the unknowable seventh step above seeing the god.

The mind is rooted in the body, and its growth requires the nourishment of the body. If there is not enough nourishment, the body will not be able to support a strong mind.

Gradually, his body will become thinner and thinner, just like his terminal illness before.

The social environment a thousand years ago was far from comparable to today's. There was a serious shortage of all the physical and medicinal materials, and the need for martial arts training was already enormous, not to mention the spiritual realm like Wang Yangming?

"If Mr. was born now, it might be different."

An Qisheng sighed softly.

Kung Fu, or cultivation, is fundamentally inseparable from society.

In ancient times, a great master of seeing God might not be able to produce one for hundreds of years, but today, there are as many as nine great masters of seeing God on the bright side of the world.

Daxuan alone, not the one who died in Mu Longcheng's hands, there are also three great masters.

This is absolutely impossible to achieve in ancient times.

If you step into the seventh step now, even if it is not enough to make up for the lack of your physical body, maybe you won't be too old, maybe you will stumble.

"The body is dead, and the spirit doesn't exist anymore? With the spiritual realm of Mr., maybe..."

An Qisheng turned his thoughts.

Stomach peristalsis was violent, consuming that bigu pill.

He carried his luggage out of the hotel, and the sky was already bright.

Delayed for a long time, but the harvest was huge, An Qisheng boarded the train home contentedly. Just after noon, he had already returned home.

Pushing the door open, An's mother had already prepared the meal and was waiting. An Jianzhong was sitting on the sofa watching TV, with a cup of hot tea steaming in front of him.

Plain and warm.

"You child, it's been months since you went out."

Mother An took off her apron, and while taking the luggage, she complained, "I should find a daughter-in-law to take care of you."

"Cough cough."

An Qisheng coughed lightly:

"Mom, at my age, it's a little too early to get married."

"Why early? There are many people who are as old as you and have not gone to school. There are many people who are married and have children."

Mother An said something angrily.

After her son's illness was cured, she thought about his son's life-long affairs in her heart.

"Okay, my son just came back, what are you talking about?"

An Jianzhong put down the remote control, glanced at the mother and son, and shook his head.

"Dad is right, I'm a little tired too."

An Qisheng breathed a sigh of relief.

"But your mother is right."

In the eyes of An Mu's covetous eyes, An Jianzhong's voice changed:

"We have a few nice little girls in our unit. They are good looking and have a good heart. You can go and meet them when you have time."

"Let's talk about these in a few years."

An Qisheng pulled out the chair and sat down.

He is not a celibate, but marriage is very unnecessary for him.

It's not that he is extremely passionate, he will never find someone to disrupt the rhythm of his life.

Two generations of human beings, young Mu Ai, **** youth is almost impossible to appear on him.

Besides, his senses are far stronger than ordinary Hua Jin. Even a woman with well-dressed makeup can see the large pores and even smell the body odor covered by the perfume.

It's not that he won't have any discomfort, but if he holds it for a lifetime, it will always be a little uncomfortable.

"On you..."

An Jianzhong wanted to say something, but suddenly he smelled a faint fragrance, and looked at An Qisheng in surprise:

"Are you wearing perfume?"

This smell is very good, like the fragrance of grass and trees mixed with soil after the spring rain, giving people a fresh and natural taste.

"Have it?"

An Qisheng pretended not to know.

Once he entered Hua Jin, his body odor was almost non-existent. As the energy circulated, no dust could get close to him. As he inherited Mr. Yang Ming's mind, his energy changed again.

The body gradually exudes a fresh and natural smell.

"do not have it?"

An Jianzhong frowned and wanted to say more, but Mother An had already shouted from there:

"Qiqi, come over for dinner, the pork ribs soup is ready."

"Here comes."

An Qisheng responded, got up and went to the restaurant.

"This kid..."

An Jianzhong raised his eyes.

The food is very rich, including chicken, duck, and fish.

Although he ate the Bigu Pill, An Qisheng did not waste his mother's will, and swept away the food according to his normal appetite.

At this point, Mother An felt that he was eating less.

In the next few days, An Qisheng didn't practice much boxing. Every day, he either watched TV with An Jianzhong or went shopping with An's mother.

The biggest activity is to massage and massage for parents.

An Jianzhong also has a dark strength cultivation base, but as he gets older, his progress in kung fu has been slow, and An's mother has never practiced martial arts, and her muscles and bones are aging.

With Hua Jin's mastery of the power, massage for two people is naturally much better than any fitness and health club.

At this time, his technique of massage has already surpassed Liu Xian, and Liu Xian charges as much as 150,000 yuan for a massage, and it is not something that ordinary people can ask for.

The peaceful days were broken by a phone call from Wang Anfeng a week later.

An Qisheng didn't break his promise, he just carried the bigu pill, told his parents, and boarded the plane to Yunxing.

........

There is no moon in the sky, and the night is deep.

In the mountains and forests not far from the Yunnan-Myanmar border, in the lakeside manor originally built by Miao Xiu, An Qisheng saw Wang Anfeng and Li Yan again.

The two of them were wearing camouflage, carrying guns, their faces condensed, and a murderous aura lingered on their bodies.

An Qisheng was a little surprised.

The changes of these two rich young masters are a bit big~www.novelmt.com~ Especially Wang Anfeng, who used to be a sloppy boy has become calm.

If the original Wang Anfeng was just a very well-protected child by his sister, now he has a bit of an iron-blooded spirit.

Obviously, they have also experienced a lot during this time.

"You came."

Seeing An Qisheng, Wang Anfeng squeezed out a smile.

"Dr. Wang's injury is serious?"

An Qisheng glanced upstairs. On the second floor, there were three masters with almost no breathing.

"It's very heavy."

Li Yan stepped forward and said:

"Miao Xiu is the Tiger King. He has been famous for decades and has a high level of skill. Dr. Wang and Miao Xiu fought in Nanyang for a few days.

"It hurts so badly?"

An Qisheng raised his brows. It was already two months ago that Wang Zhixuan and Miao Xiu fought.

With the master Huajin's control over the body and the military's medical conditions, what kind of injury actually takes so long?

"Miao Xiu was also injured by the old sister, otherwise she wouldn't even dare to show her face for a few months."

Wang Anfeng's face was a little cold, and he didn't say much about Wang Zhixuan.

He glanced at An Qisheng and said:

"Miao Xiu's influence in the land of Yunmen is very strong. There are hundreds of disciples and disciples. I don't know how many people have received his favor. Even if we have the help of the law enforcement team of Yun Province, there are still fish that slip through the net and escape from the country... "

"Wang Shao, Li Shao, the delay is not short, it's time to set off."

Above the second floor, a loud bell sounded.

An Qisheng's eyes swept away, and on the second floor, a bright bald head came into view.

"Shi Xinlong?"

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